Fanfic - 5 Things Meme
Sooo... a meme. *grin*
1. Pick any five icons(properly crediting them of course)
2. For each icon, write a short drabble(essentially no longer than a page)
3. Tag five people
Disclaimers: Don't own any of them, 'kay? No money was made from this and no copyright infringement is intended. Any similarity to any other story is coincidence.
"Slow Dancing in a Burning Room" takes its title from the John Mayer song of the same name. "Till Human Voices Wake Us" takes its title from the poem, "The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot
icon credits: johnamarie meleada celya browncoat_2x2 and mine actually *grin*
Genre: Meme drabbles, Earth 2-D&D, SGA-Sparky, Original, Firefly-Mal/Inara, JAG-Harm/Mac
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 4 SGA, and Series Finale JAG
No Big Deal
Devon turned the small wooden box in her hands, her fingers tracing the delicate carvings of vines and flowers that decorated it.
“Open it,” Danziger prompted.
Devon hesitated, toying with the small clasp that kept the lid closed.
“Go on, Adair; open it,” the tech prompted once more.
Devon took a soft breath and carefully opened the small box, revealing a glittering necklace nestled within its confines.
“John,” she murmured as her fingertips brushed the gleaming opal-like stone of the pendant.
“Yale told me that it’s your birthday today,” John explained quietly.
“Yale told you?” Devon asked, her eyebrow quirked with a mild look of friendly suspicion.
“Well,” the mechanic said with a lop-sided grin. “It might have taken some convincing on my part,” he confessed.
“Then he probably also told you that I don’t like making a big deal out of it.”
“This isn’t a big deal, Adair. It’s just a necklace,” John assured her.
Devon looked back down to the painstakingly crafted jewelry shimmering in its delicately carved box.
“It’s lovely, John.”
She looked up, meeting his eyes. “Thank you.”
Impulsively, Devon reached up to lay her hand lightly on John’s cheek before leaning forward to brush her lips against his for a warm, brief moment. When she stepped back, she smiled.
“What was that?” John asked in a bemused voice.
“It was just a kiss, Danizger.”
She laughed lightly. “No big deal.”
Devon smiled again, leaving John with a slightly stunned look as he watched her walk away…
Impulse
It was a moment of impulse coming hard on the heels of three years of holding back. She would leave Atlantis tomorrow, but she still had this one night. Elizabeth reached for John’s hand.
“Lizabeth?”
She kissed him once passionately but said nothing else before turning and leading him down the corridor to her room…
Till Human Voices Wake Us
Kiomi had given herself to him willingly. She could not lie to herself or the sea about it, as much as she might wish that she could. And she could not say that she had regretted it as he had whispered his devotion to her. But when she had awoken in the twilight, he was gone. The space where he had lain beside her was cold to the touch and the fire that had kept them warm was dampened and dead.
She had risen then and made her way to cliffs. And as Kiomi looked into the distance, she could see his white sailed ship on the furthest edge of the horizon. Even now, her heart leapt to see the billowing cloth sails. She cursed it, and the man that made it dance in her chest. She longed for it to be still once more as those of her Sisters’ were.
The thought of her Sisters made Kiomi seek them out with her gaze. She looked to the white foamed waves and saw them sporting there, wild and almost vicious in their play.
“Oh my Sisters,” she murmured, wanting nothing more than to join them. But she knew that they would tear her limb from limb for her betrayal of them. And the sea would reject her as she had it. The waves would be salty and cold, their embrace deadly to her now.
Suddenly, she felt the new life within her stir and Kiomi looked back to the horizon. She saw the white sailed ship floating near the edge of the sky and sea.
“Oh you who were my Sisters,” Kiomi called out in sudden inspiration. “Though I may never return to you, take as gift, my vengence upon he who has betrayed me as I did you. By his seed that now within me stirs, seek him out; destroy him and feast upon his flesh.”
And like swift, deadly fish, Kiomi’s Sisters sought out the ship hovering in the distance. She watched as waves took the ship and smiled when she heard the screams of her faithless lover as he was torn limb from limb. Watching the bloody sea, Kiomi felt her heart dance…
Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
It would be so easy to fall into him; to just sink into the feeling. And that, more than anything else, scared her. Her willingness to just give herself to the man dancing with her frightened her more than anything. Not because it would diminish her; Inara was certain that it wouldn’t.
No, what truly scared her was that she might become complete if she allowed herself to be; that in loving Malcolm Reynolds, Inara might find herself. And frankly, the Companion wasn’t sure that she could survive it.
More than that, Inara had the sneaking feeling that it was the same with Mal himself. And that worried her too. Because she was certain that if she took that first real step, Malcolm would meet her halfway.
Inara had the very real feeling that she was the only thing holding them back.
She looked quickly into Mal’s eyes and then just as quickly looked back down because what she saw there frightened her. What she saw there was something so profoundly undeniable, Inara wasn’t sure that she could stop it. Worse, was the knowledge that she wasn’t sure that she wanted to stop it. And most damning of all, was the certainty that Mal could see the very same thing in her eyes.
She saw love, and it scared her more than anything else in the ‘Verse…
Morning in London
“Morning Sailor,” Sarah said with a contented smile.
“Good morning, Mrs. Rabb,” Harmon replied with a pleased grin of his own.
“You’re just loving that, aren’t you?”
His smile got a bit wider. “Maybe… then again, maybe I’m just a little surprised that you agreed to it,” Harm admitted.
Sarah shook her head fondly and gave him a soft kiss before slipping out of the bed and padding her way to the mostly unpacked kitchen of their London flat. Harm watched her with eyes that slowly turned thoughtful and serious.
“Why did you agree to it?” he asked after a few moments of watching Sarah as she set herself to making breakfast.
“What?”
“Why did agree to it, Mac?”
When she didn’t answer, Harm slipped out of bed himself and joined his wife in the kitchen. “Sarah?”
“You won the coin toss,” she replied as casually as she could, still moving about as she prepared their breakfast.
“You picked tails,” Harm pressed. “You always pick tails, and you always lose. We both know that.”
“I didn’t lose.” She finally faced her husband. “I chose tails… but I didn’t lose,” she repeated quietly.
Harm met her eyes silently for a few moments before moving to take her in his arms.
“I love you Mrs. Rabb.”
“Love you, Sailor,” Sarah replied before happily kissing her husband…
1. Pick any five icons(properly crediting them of course)
2. For each icon, write a short drabble(essentially no longer than a page)
3. Tag five people
Disclaimers: Don't own any of them, 'kay? No money was made from this and no copyright infringement is intended. Any similarity to any other story is coincidence.
"Slow Dancing in a Burning Room" takes its title from the John Mayer song of the same name. "Till Human Voices Wake Us" takes its title from the poem, "The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot
icon credits: johnamarie meleada celya browncoat_2x2 and mine actually *grin*
Genre: Meme drabbles, Earth 2-D&D, SGA-Sparky, Original, Firefly-Mal/Inara, JAG-Harm/Mac
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 4 SGA, and Series Finale JAG
No Big Deal
Devon turned the small wooden box in her hands, her fingers tracing the delicate carvings of vines and flowers that decorated it.
“Open it,” Danziger prompted.
Devon hesitated, toying with the small clasp that kept the lid closed.
“Go on, Adair; open it,” the tech prompted once more.
Devon took a soft breath and carefully opened the small box, revealing a glittering necklace nestled within its confines.
“John,” she murmured as her fingertips brushed the gleaming opal-like stone of the pendant.
“Yale told me that it’s your birthday today,” John explained quietly.
“Yale told you?” Devon asked, her eyebrow quirked with a mild look of friendly suspicion.
“Well,” the mechanic said with a lop-sided grin. “It might have taken some convincing on my part,” he confessed.
“Then he probably also told you that I don’t like making a big deal out of it.”
“This isn’t a big deal, Adair. It’s just a necklace,” John assured her.
Devon looked back down to the painstakingly crafted jewelry shimmering in its delicately carved box.
“It’s lovely, John.”
She looked up, meeting his eyes. “Thank you.”
Impulsively, Devon reached up to lay her hand lightly on John’s cheek before leaning forward to brush her lips against his for a warm, brief moment. When she stepped back, she smiled.
“What was that?” John asked in a bemused voice.
“It was just a kiss, Danizger.”
She laughed lightly. “No big deal.”
Devon smiled again, leaving John with a slightly stunned look as he watched her walk away…
Impulse
It was a moment of impulse coming hard on the heels of three years of holding back. She would leave Atlantis tomorrow, but she still had this one night. Elizabeth reached for John’s hand.
“Lizabeth?”
She kissed him once passionately but said nothing else before turning and leading him down the corridor to her room…
Till Human Voices Wake Us
Kiomi had given herself to him willingly. She could not lie to herself or the sea about it, as much as she might wish that she could. And she could not say that she had regretted it as he had whispered his devotion to her. But when she had awoken in the twilight, he was gone. The space where he had lain beside her was cold to the touch and the fire that had kept them warm was dampened and dead.
She had risen then and made her way to cliffs. And as Kiomi looked into the distance, she could see his white sailed ship on the furthest edge of the horizon. Even now, her heart leapt to see the billowing cloth sails. She cursed it, and the man that made it dance in her chest. She longed for it to be still once more as those of her Sisters’ were.
The thought of her Sisters made Kiomi seek them out with her gaze. She looked to the white foamed waves and saw them sporting there, wild and almost vicious in their play.
“Oh my Sisters,” she murmured, wanting nothing more than to join them. But she knew that they would tear her limb from limb for her betrayal of them. And the sea would reject her as she had it. The waves would be salty and cold, their embrace deadly to her now.
Suddenly, she felt the new life within her stir and Kiomi looked back to the horizon. She saw the white sailed ship floating near the edge of the sky and sea.
“Oh you who were my Sisters,” Kiomi called out in sudden inspiration. “Though I may never return to you, take as gift, my vengence upon he who has betrayed me as I did you. By his seed that now within me stirs, seek him out; destroy him and feast upon his flesh.”
And like swift, deadly fish, Kiomi’s Sisters sought out the ship hovering in the distance. She watched as waves took the ship and smiled when she heard the screams of her faithless lover as he was torn limb from limb. Watching the bloody sea, Kiomi felt her heart dance…
Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
It would be so easy to fall into him; to just sink into the feeling. And that, more than anything else, scared her. Her willingness to just give herself to the man dancing with her frightened her more than anything. Not because it would diminish her; Inara was certain that it wouldn’t.
No, what truly scared her was that she might become complete if she allowed herself to be; that in loving Malcolm Reynolds, Inara might find herself. And frankly, the Companion wasn’t sure that she could survive it.
More than that, Inara had the sneaking feeling that it was the same with Mal himself. And that worried her too. Because she was certain that if she took that first real step, Malcolm would meet her halfway.
Inara had the very real feeling that she was the only thing holding them back.
She looked quickly into Mal’s eyes and then just as quickly looked back down because what she saw there frightened her. What she saw there was something so profoundly undeniable, Inara wasn’t sure that she could stop it. Worse, was the knowledge that she wasn’t sure that she wanted to stop it. And most damning of all, was the certainty that Mal could see the very same thing in her eyes.
She saw love, and it scared her more than anything else in the ‘Verse…
Morning in London
“Morning Sailor,” Sarah said with a contented smile.
“Good morning, Mrs. Rabb,” Harmon replied with a pleased grin of his own.
“You’re just loving that, aren’t you?”
His smile got a bit wider. “Maybe… then again, maybe I’m just a little surprised that you agreed to it,” Harm admitted.
Sarah shook her head fondly and gave him a soft kiss before slipping out of the bed and padding her way to the mostly unpacked kitchen of their London flat. Harm watched her with eyes that slowly turned thoughtful and serious.
“Why did you agree to it?” he asked after a few moments of watching Sarah as she set herself to making breakfast.
“What?”
“Why did agree to it, Mac?”
When she didn’t answer, Harm slipped out of bed himself and joined his wife in the kitchen. “Sarah?”
“You won the coin toss,” she replied as casually as she could, still moving about as she prepared their breakfast.
“You picked tails,” Harm pressed. “You always pick tails, and you always lose. We both know that.”
“I didn’t lose.” She finally faced her husband. “I chose tails… but I didn’t lose,” she repeated quietly.
Harm met her eyes silently for a few moments before moving to take her in his arms.
“I love you Mrs. Rabb.”
“Love you, Sailor,” Sarah replied before happily kissing her husband…